Half
May the strength of the fear I have
do not stop me from seeing what I aim for
may the death of everything I believe in
do not cover my ears and my mouth
because half of me is what I scream
and the other half is silence.

May the music I hear from far
be beautiful despite sadness
may the woman I love be always loved
despite the distance
because half of me is departure
and the other half is longing.

May the words I speak
be not heard as prayer nor repeated with fervor
but just respected
like the only thing that is left for a man sunk in his feelings
because half of me is what I hear
and the other half is what I hush.

May this will of leaving
be transformed into the quiet and peace I deserve
may this tension that devours me inside
be rewarded one day
because half of me is what I think
and the other half is a volcano.

May the fear of loneliness fade away
and living with myself become bearable at least
may the mirror reflect a sweet smile in my face
which I remember from my childhood
because half of me is the remaining of what I used to be
and the other half I don’t know.

May it not be needed more than a simple joy
to calm down my spirit
and that your silence may talk more and more to me
because half of me is shelter
and the other half is weariness.

May the art point for an answer
even if it doesn’t know how
and may no one try to complicate it
because it is necessary simplicity to make it flourish
because half of me is audience
and the other half is song.

May my madness be forgiven
because half of me is love
and so is the other half.